#chantryprince

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He was somewhat recognized in Sebastian’s home, if only because he had helped him a small handful of years ago. Right now Hawke was on the run and needed a place to lay low. The Prince had always been a wholesome, kind man—he could only hope that a long overdue apology would be enough to win him over. They hadn’t left each other on the best of terms, but not on the worst of terms either. In the end, Hawke only wanted Sebastian to take his rightful place. The world needed more men like Sebastian Vael—not like Garrett Hawke.  Although Sebastian had yet to overthrow the shitty bastard ( bless his wretched soul) that was on the throne, Garrett decided to be a little dramatic and bow before him. “Well if it isn't’ the Prince of Starkhaven in the flesh. Might I say you’re looking a bit less like a Chantry boy? Or is that in poor taste?” 

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Seb: Y'all need Andraste

Anders: But isn't she right there on your crotch? What does the Maker think of you putting her between your legs?

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    “Do you ever...miss nobility? I know that Mother did, but your circumstances for leaving were quite different than hers.”

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“No. Absolutely not.”

“Inquisitor!”

Lasair groaned, exasperated, and slumped back in her chair on the other side of Josephine’s desk. “Josephine, I am not getting married. Do you know how ridiculous that even sounds?”

“On the contrary, it actually makes perfect sense, for both yourself and the Inquisition,” the Antivan asserted. Somehow, she still had that stubbornly cheerful look on her face, despite what felt (to Lasair, at least) like hours of arguing. The woman’s patience knew no bounds.

If Lasair wasn’t so annoyed, she’d be impressed.

“A marriage is an excellent idea. The Inquisition is in need of allies in the Free Marches, firstly. And second, you are a beautiful young lady--you can’t tell me you haven’t received a single hint of a marriage proposal since becoming Inquisitor?” Josephine continued. “I’m told your parents already attempted to make a match of you and Prince Vael, did they not? They are encouraging this to move forward, after all.”

Lasair scoffed, arms folded across her chest. “That self-righteous, womanizing--”

A knock on the ambassador’s office door interrupted whatever Lasair was about to say, and Josephine hopped to her feet. The grin she wore looked ominously victorious, Lasair thought with some concern. “It seems he’s arrived. At the very least, you should welcome His Highness to Skyhold, Inquisitor.”

“...what?”

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What Kirkwall lacks in trees, it at least makes up for in sea. It’s one of the few reasons Hawke puts up with the wounded coast. There are still times, even now, where her heart aches for the green and browns of Ferelden, but the way the sunset burns on the waking sea at least makes it bearable. Hawke regards the view now, ignoring the way her shoes are full of sand and the bone deep ache in her shoulders. “Would you look at that,” she says softly because there is only Sebastian with her, and she trusts him with softer moments like this. It’s probably against the Maker to grumble about His creations or something. Looking out at the orange sky she can almost understand how people can trust so deeply in Him. Almost. 

“Sunsets in Ferelden were always so different to this,” she says pulling her eyes away from the view after a moment or two. “No sea in Lothering, just a whole bunch of trees, but I grew up always moving around. The sunset hitting the Frostbacks is so bright sometimes people call it Andraste’s Pyre.” In her minds eye she can still see the mountainside glowing and feel the cold wind on her face. She misses it, but not as much as she once did. She glances at Sebastian from the corner of her eyes, deciding to risk her luck with her next question. She figures he needs to talk about his homeland sooner or later, now seems a good a time as any. “What about Starkhaven? I’ve never been. You could have purple trees for all I know.” 

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idk how people can say they like fenris so much and then not pay attention to anything he says or does at all??? where does he have bad manners? where is he not well spoken & intelligent? where does he not laugh at every single one of hawkes sarcastic responses?

Ugh this, so much this ^^^

I honestly think that broody, bestial, rude impression of him is almost meme status at this point, that some people have seen so many impressions of him behaving like a caricature of that in fanworks that over time it sort of overwrites what they actually experienced in the game. And don’t get me wrong, some have been very funny, but you have to recognize those portrayals are humor or exaggeration, and not an accurate representation of the character.

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It was always weird whenever he stood among the candles and the statues, like the marbled carvings of the Chantry dared to judge him for dusting the floors with his very presence. He could still recall the words from that lifetime ago, how the Revered Mother of the tower Chantry floor had wanted it to be known that the doors would never be shut to his kind and he could come to express his worries at any time…

Maybe the Anders of that lifetime would have appreciated it, but the Anders of now had some concerns.

It was an uncomfortable wait for the archer, shifting from foot to foot while eying the statue. A glance to the left, a glance to the right… and well, now that he thought about it perhaps he could actually squeeze in one of those old prayers his mother had taught hm when he was a kid.

Hands clasped, a quiet murmuring under his breath—and Maker now he was seriously hoping for all his talk this wouldn’t be the one thing he’d be caught doing.